Note: the characters in this story are fictional, and all of the characters involved any way in sexual events are over 18. The main character is almost 19, Sis just turned 17, and the boys are 9 and 11.
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Was one of those days that felt more like a stay at home day. Overcast skies, cool temps, forecast for a lot of rain in an hour or so. Sis, now a senior in high school, had already left for school with the boys, who she'd drop off at the elementary on her way. I noticed Mom didn't seem to be moving too fast either. As I went down the hall to get something for breakfast, I glanced in her room, and saw her in her bathroom, which she rarely left open, and was putting makeup on, dressed only in a sexy, lacey bra and panties. Wondered if she was trying to impress the boss today or something.
Dad had left us 3 years ago, after getting caught fucking his secretary in Mom and dad's bed. We rarely saw him, which was ok with me. Mom had just lately started pulling herself out of the depression she'd been in, seeming more like herself now, smiling a lot more, just generally happier, it seemed. She and I had had a talk one night, and she told me she really needed help with the boys, that they needed a good male role model in their lives. She wanted me to be that for them. I loved my brothers, and it was an easy thing to do. They were good kids, easy to manage even if they were just little boys.
I saw Mom's eyes in the mirror, and saw them dart over to me as I passed by. She just carried on, and didn't make any motion to close the door or hide herself or anything. I had noticed that Mom actually had a pretty decent figure, and she was very pretty in the face. Nice full breasts, and her ass was nice and round, but firm. I liked the way she looked, and felt my dick tingle.
I grabbed a bowl and poured myself some Honey Nut Cheerios, poured milk on it, and sat down at the table. It was just me and Mom in the house, and I was having serious motivational arguments with myself about going to school today or not. No tests scheduled for today, and the golf course would be closed with the weather that was supposed to get bad. So I had pretty much made up my mind to play hooky. One thing I loved about junior college was the semblance of freedom it gave you. As long as you didn't miss too many classes, and still made the grade on tests, all was good. I'd passed up going to a 4-year college, so that I could help Mom with the boys and the rest of the things she needed a man to do.
Lost in thought, I barely noticed Mom come in the kitchen, until she put both hands on my shoulders, which made me start and pulled me right out of my trance.
"I don't think I am going in to work today. This just seems to be one of those days, and I don't want to deal with the office today at all. What about you? You seem to be running a little late, and moving slow, too." Mom just smiled down at me, and it was then I realized she was still just in her lacy bra and panties. That was way off norm for her, as I didn't think I'd ever seen in less than full dress before now.
"Yeah, I was having that debate with myself, too. I think if it's ok with you, Mom, I am just gonna stay home, maybe catch up on some sleep here." I looked up at her hoping she'd agree.
"Good, then it's a deal. We'll both be bad and play hooky. And I've been thinking a lot about all your help you've given me with the boys, always making sure they got homework done, and playing football with them outside. I don't know how I could have handled having to deal with everything without you. I know I've been kinda detached the last couple of years, just trying to get past the divorce, and finding purpose again in my life. But I think I'm getting there. And I would like to share some fun with you, for being the main man in my life."
